I didn’t understand why Catherine O’Hara’s death affected me so deeply and then it hit me

I’ve always had a soft spot for actors who can play completely opposite characters, as if they required no effort; Catherine O’Hara was one of the best.

O’Hara, who starred in “Home Alone,” “Schitt’s Creek,” “Best in Show” and “Beetlejuice,” died at just 71 years old, his team told News on Friday. My eyes instantly filled with tears when I found out on Instagram and I asked myself, why am I emotional about his death?

Surely she was a great actress, but I’m not one to cry over the loss of a celebrity I only know from TV shows and movies. I was sad when Heath Ledger and Brittany Murphy died because their lives were too short. In my own way, I mourned their deaths, but I did not cry. As I thought about O’Hara, a vivacious and unforgettable woman, I remembered why I love her so much. Suddenly, my tears made perfect sense.

“Home Alone” came out in 1990, when I was just in first grade. I was a mama’s girl, closer to my mother than anyone else in my world. From the moment I first saw the beautiful redheaded mother Kate McCallister on the big screen, I recognized a mother who cared about her family. I followed her from the first-class seats on American Airlines when she first realized she had left her son at home to the airport in “Home Alone 2,” where she shouted “Kevin!” at baggage claim. At the time, I was just a little girl, and Kate’s commitment to return home to be with her son for Christmas in “Home Alone” unleashed the warmth every child craves; She became the cinematic mother of my generation.

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Fast forward to 2011, when I joined the land of motherhood; It wasn’t long before I was rewatching “Home Alone” with my kids every holiday season and seeing O’Hara in a whole new light. Suddenly she was me; a mother trying to maintain a home, the lives of several children, a job, and literally everything else. Like me, she was imperfect and prone to making mistakes that inevitably arise when life becomes overwhelming. As a child, Kevin McCallister became the boy I looked up to for his bravery and intelligence in defeating Harry and Marv, but as a mother, Kate showed me that imperfection is enough.

In 2015, just when I thought I couldn’t love O’Hara more than I already did, she joined the cast of “Schitt’s Creek” and gave me my favorite TV series. and graced Hollywood with a beloved character unlike anything seen before on screen. At the Rosebud Motel, Moira Rose demonstrated that elegance and class does not come from a luxurious home, but from the interior. It reminded me that being a woman with a powerful personality who doesn’t fit into the mold that society imposes on us is the best way to be, and that it was okay if folding the cheese It was not a recipe step I had ever completed. Once again, she was an imperfect mother and I could be one too.

In 2019, O’Hara told the New Yorker that she was initially afraid of being on stage.

“My crutch was, in improvisation, when in doubt, to act crazy. Because you didn’t have to excuse anything that came out of your mouth. It didn’t have to make sense,” she said.

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In that moment, I realized that she was the same perfectly imperfect woman in real life, and I loved her even more for it. At the same time, as I tested the waters of the writing world, hoping to make my way into the community I had observed from afar for so long, she inspired me to ignore the fear and negative voices that told me I wasn’t enough. Thanks to her, I kept going.

I don’t usually mourn the loss of someone I only know on the big screen. But O’Hara, as Kate McCallister, was the on-screen mother my 6-year-old daughter recognized as perfect, despite her imperfections. She later became the mother I admired for being unapologetically herself; Moira never lost herself in motherhood and that was something to celebrate.

Thank you, Catherine, for guiding me from childhood to motherhood and beyond. Millennials like me couldn’t have asked for a better teacher.